i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

abrar?

yes

i have read not even 1 book

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

send your tumblr

and the fake qualifier

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

your feed looks like my tumblr

yeah

bro i read nothing in my life

idk

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

is everyoneback on tumblr now

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i really havent

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

no longer writing in the third person

and the fake qualifier

so an active mazelike process

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.